Quick Wear: Passerby A's Daily Life of Eating Watermelons

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhao Qing went back to the office. When the assistant saw Zhao Qing coming, he stood up and followed him to the office. He changed the SIM card and handed it to Zhao Qing, then brought a bag of ice packs: "Manager, this is the ice pack I bought when I went downstairs. I think you should apply some cold compresses so you can get better faster."

Zhao Qing sat on the chair. The chaotic scene had been cleaned up. He wiped the table, replaced the keyboard and mouse, and got a new cup. He took the ice pack handed to him by the assistant, nodded, and the assistant went out, closing the door by the way.

Zhao Qing wiped the water-soaked phone and put it in the sun to dry. She would go get it repaired after get off work. There were still a lot of files in it. She logged into WeChat with her new phone and sent a message to Jiang Yue: "Did you write this?" After sending the message, she leaned back in her chair and looked at the message on her phone. After a while, the words "typing" appeared above the message box. Jiang Yue didn't send her a yes or no message, but just sent her a picture. Zhao Qing opened it and took a look:

Lyricist of "As Wish": Jiang Yue.

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Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to Jiang Yue: "OK, leave the rest to me."

Zhao Qing leaned back in his chair and turned around to look at the tall buildings outside. He had been in this position of manager for seven or eight years, because there were only so many people at the top and the cake was only so big, and if no one came down or the cake didn't get bigger, he would be stuck in this position forever. Now that Jiang Yue had the talent, as long as he could write songs of this quality in the future, promotion would be a foregone conclusion.

GuaGua Entertainment is not a big company. In this circle, it can only survive. Many talented people don't consider them when writing songs, so now they are neither up nor down. Many people in the company are stuck at the top of the second line because they don't have a hit album. Thinking of this, Zhao Qing picked up his phone: "Can you write songs for others? Does Qian Ya from our company know? We are still short of a hit song. If you can write it, we can get a favor from her, and you will be able to get along more smoothly in this circle in the future."

Jiang Yue was also worried about money. In this circle, being rich or poor is completely different. If you want to wear a high-height custom-made dress, you can only wait for others to give it to you if you don’t have money. If you have money, you can just buy it yourself. Jiang Yue even thought about whether to sell her clothes. When she saw the message Zhao Qing sent her, her first reaction was: "Do you have money?"

She sent it directly without thinking, then quickly withdrew it and sent another one: "I'll listen to the songs she sang before, and then see if I can write it." She withdrew it quite quickly, but Zhao Qing was watching her all the time: "Money is not a problem, so if you don't have a suitable song in the next few days, you will have to make do."

Zhao Qing finished chatting with Jiang Yue, and then found the person with the note "Mr. Sun from the Composition Department" on WeChat and sent him Jiang Yue's song. At this time, Mr. Sun was furious in the conference room: "Qian Ya is just missing a hit song. Is there no one in our entire company who can come up with one?"

"Come and take a look at what you have handed in. Newcomers don't like it. When I showed it to them, their faces froze and they said, 'Mr. Sun, are you kidding me? Do you know that my face is swollen from being hit?'"

After saying that, he threw the document onto the table, scaring everyone in the meeting to lean back. President Sun was so angry when he saw this: "You still have the nerve to hide!" At this time, the person sitting below President Sun brought a bottle of water to President Sun, opened it and handed it to him: "Calm down, it's not that we are not doing our best. Who can write a song that Qian Ya wants to get a star? It will take some time for Qu Dad to take action."

At this time, the vice president also spoke up: "I think Beihai's song is okay. If it doesn't work, let's use this one first."

"No, the quality of that song is just so-so. It's not as good as the other songs on the album. It's not even good enough to be the title song."

"What about the song 'Climbing' about the mountain? I think even though the lyrics and music are a bit poor, the meaning is good."

"This one won't work either. This song 'Climbing' is not as good as the one in Beihai."

After discussing for a while, they still couldn't choose a suitable song. Mr. Sun rubbed his brows and looked a little worried: "Let's put it this way. Qian Ya's deadline is still half a month away. Let's work hard in the next few days.... Well, you can also mobilize your friends. If the quality is good enough, we won't be stingy with money."

After the meeting, Mr. Sun returned to the office. The first thing he did was to open his phone to see if there was any news. He looked at the messages in the group and saw that they had nothing to do with him. Then he saw the message sent by Zhao Qing. Was he asking him for a song again? He was so worried. He opened the message box. Hey, it wasn't a request for a song. When he saw that it wasn't a request for a song, Mr. Sun relaxed. As long as they didn't mention the song, they were good friends.

After opening it and checking the voice message, I called immediately: "Manager Zhao, where did you get the song you sent me? The quality is too high!"

"Can you introduce this author to me? And you are going to submit this song for the movie theme song, right? I can assure you that there is absolutely no problem... And have you found someone to sing it? Do you want me to recommend someone to you?"

Before Zhao Qing could say anything, the other party started to make a lot of noise. Zhao Qing waited for the other party to finish speaking before speaking: "You have said everything I wanted to say. It's fine as long as it works. I will take some time to record a demo and you can send it over there."

"Mr. Zhao, don't be anxious. Wait for me and I'll come find you!" After saying that, he hung up the phone. After a while, Zhao Qing heard a burst of hurried footsteps, and then a knock on the door: "Come in."

When Mr. Sun heard what Zhao Qing said, he came in with a flattering smile on his face. He ordered a plate of fruit with one hand and a can of coffee with the other. He walked to the opposite side of the desk without saying anything serious: "Mr. Zhao, come and have some fruit." Then he took out the coffee and said: "Mr. Zhao, I know you like to drink coffee. Here, this is what the boss brought back from abroad. He said that the production is very rare and the taste is very good. I couldn't bear to drink it, so I brought it all over for you."

"Oh, since Mr. Sun gave it to me sincerely, I will accept it." Zhao Qing snatched the coffee from Mr. Sun and put it in the cabinet, pretending not to see Mr. Sun's distressed look. It had always been other people who gave him gifts, but he didn't expect it to be the other way around today. The two chatted for a while, and Zhao Qing asked Mr. Sun: "Mr. Sun, although I think this song is good, please comment on it with your professional eyes."

"The lyrics and music are first-rate, and the meaning is even better."